Constantine stood elegantly tall and poised, which alluded to his vicious demeanor. He had sleek black hair and distinctive, almond-shaped green eyes and spoke with an English accent.
I could feel my lips quivering in fear, and a trembling breath escaped my lips as his eyes linger on me. I keep staring until I realize I'm staring at a man who could kill me, and I hesitantly take a step back.
"What do you want with me?" I ask, ignoring the violent stabs of pain that shot from my body.
"After all this time, I was counting on a warmer greeting than this, Celeste," His voice was deadly calm, and the way he said my name made my skin crawl.
To my horror, he stepped closer to me and placed his hand on my waist as he slowly circles behind me.
I shut my eyes in obvious discom
